Mother’s fingers worked between her legs as she sucked him, rubbing circles against her clit as she watched Peep and Tom out of the corner of her eye. The young girl moaned as she fucked him, pinching her rosy nipples and reaching to rub her clit.
She was the vision of a wanton little glutton, using his cock between her legs, riding him to greater and greater heights.
Mother smiled up at Blue as his pre-cum began to flow, and she saw him watching them, too. Peep’s cries of pleasure were like the mews of a tiny kitten, plaintive and tenderly vulnerable. Tom groaned, his head bowed in defeat, submitting to the fucking he was getting like a good boy, Mother noticed, his noises caught somewhere between pleasure and pain, exactly where they should be.
“Fuck me, Blue,” Mother murmured, standing up and lifting her leg, wrapping it around him. “But don’t come. I want you to save that for Peep.”
Blue groaned, whispering, “Thank you, Mother,” in her hair as he pressed her to the wall, driving his stiff cock deep inside of her. She turned her head so she could still see them both, Peep doing her stooped, sinuous dance, her hair whipping around as she tossed her head back.
“Harder, Blue,” Mother whispered, his cock a thick, bulging swell, filling her completely. He panted, thrusting into her with all of his force, rocking her into the wall.
She lifted her other leg around him and he held her there with the weight of him, plunging through her flesh, making her moan and bite into his shoulder.
Peep shuddered, moaned, half-crying, her orgasm moving through her and making her press back hard against Tom. He moaned, too, low and long, and Mother saw, when Peep pull forward, how hard and red his cock was. It was almost time.
“Oh, Blue,” Mother whispered, digging the heels of her boots into his back and rolling her hips in circles. He didn’t stop, but pressed forward, following her rhythm and then speeding it up, urging her on. “Oh god, yesssssssss,” she hissed, her climax a sweet burst of pleasure flooding over his cock in thick waves.
Peep’s motion was slow and easy now, still working Tom’s cock, but with less fervor. Mother shuddered and whispered into Blue’s ear, “Now you can have her.”
“Thank you, Mother.” Blue let her down gently, his cock still a rising staff as he pulled out of her. She wiped a bit of dark hair out of her eyes and then moved toward them, laying her hand on Peep’s lower back as she rolled her hips around and around.
The girl looked up at her, questioning.
“Little Bo Peep,” Mother murmured, stroking the girl’s ass. Poor Tom’s cock was so red it was almost purple, she could see it sinking slowly in and out of Peep’s soft blonde curls. His head was down, his eyes closed. “This is Little Boy Blue.” The man stepped around Mother, and Peep’s eyes widened at the sight of his member. “Little?” she choked.
Mother chuckled. “Once, he was,” she winked. “Be good to her, Blue.”
“Yes, Mother.” Blue said watched the older woman ease Peep off of Tom. The girl stood looking up at Blue, trembling. Mother’s hand went to Tom’s cock, squeezing and rubbing it. He groaned, shaking his head from side to side.
“Come here, little one.” Blue ran his hands over Peep’s breasts. She followed him over to the bed, and Mother watched fondly as Blue bent her over the mattress, aiming his cock toward her wet, pink flesh. Peep squealed, spreading her legs wider as he began to fuck her, his hand gripping her hips.
“Now, Tom.” Mother turned back to the young man still chained to the wall. “Do we fall asleep on our watch?”
“No, Mother.” He shuddered as she eased her hand up and down over his flesh.
“Do we fraternize while we are working?” Mother reached down to find the leather straps.
“No, Mother.” He lifted his eyes to meet hers. Mother smiled, seeing something in them she liked. She unbuckled the strap around his shaft and he hissed and then groaned.
“Who is your mistress?” Mother rubbed the tip of his cock through the slick wetness between her legs.
“Oh, god,” he cried. “You are. You are, Mother.”
“Yes,” she whispered, easing forward a little and pressing him into her as she hooked one leg around him. She began moving on him, his cock still slick from Peep’s juices. She heard Peep mewling behind her, and Blue moaning with every thrust. The sound was gratifying and made her smile. Tom watched them over her shoulder, his face a mask of pain and fascination.
“She’s a beautiful girl.” Mother made circles with her hips, around and around.
Tom gasped. “And she is mine.” Mother leaned in to whisper, “You are mine.” Tom’s hips were moving with her now, his cock an iron bar thrust up inside her.
“Yes, Mother,” he moaned. “Yes, yes.”
“Who loves you?” Mother reached down between them and undid the last buckle with one hand.
Tom shuddered, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Oh, please,” he murmured.
“You do, Mother. You do.”
“That’s right,” she purred, squeezing all of her muscles around him. He grimaced and bit his lip. Behind them, they heard Peep and Blue making sounds like they were riding a tidal wave toward shore. Mother glanced behind her and saw Blue pounding into the girl, holding onto her hair for leverage. She moaned and thrust back against him.
“And who gives you more pleasure than you ever thought possible?” Mother rocked her hips back and forth now, shoving the tip of his cock up into her again and again. Mother heard Blue cry out his last bit of lustful release, and the sound filled her as Blue pumped his seed into the girl behind her.
“You do, Mother,” Tom groaned. “Oh my fucking god! Yes! You, Mother, it’s all for you!”
“Yes!” She let the last strap around his testicles loose and worked her hot, wet pussy on his cock. Tom’s eyes flew open for a moment and then snapped closed again as he finally came, the force of it making him buck forward into her, growling and grunting and thrusting with all of his might. It went on forever, it seemed, wave after glorious wave pulsing into Mother’s waiting pussy.
When he was spent, Mother undid each shackle, easing him down to the floor.
He rested there, his back against the wall, panting and breathless, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. She looked behind her to see Peep sprawled out on the bed in the same dazed state.
Blue pulled up his breeches and walked toward her. “Is there anything more I can do for you, Mother?”
Mother smiled. “I think those sheep were into Mary’s garden again,” she said, touching Blue’s cheek. “You know how contrary she gets. Will you find out for me?”
“Yes, Mother.” Blue nodded and turned toward the door.
“Willie!” Mother called, waiting for the little man to appear. He did so just as Blue was departing. “We have another mess to clean up, I’m afraid.”
CHAPTER THREE
Mother was going to pay a visit. She pulled her long black gloves up past her elbows, glancing in the mirror for one last quick inspection. Her black corset, cinched tight, was worn over a sheer, white lace sleeveless bodice, and her skirt was long, sheer, layered lace as well, black over black. She wore her usual boots and stockings and garters underneath. Her dark hair was piled high on her head, and she turned and pinched her cheeks to add color to them, biting at her lips as well. It would have to do.